Marvel Imangines

Scars Pt 2

Natasha 

Margot's POV

Nat and I have been friends-like sister ever since we met in the red room. We told each other every secret. Well, I have one secret. One I'm not willing to share. Until I was forced to by Nat. 

It was when we were sparring. My shirt sleeve had risen, revealing it. I knew Nat had sharp eyes and would notice it soon. I called it. She notice it when I had her pinned down. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern. "What is that?" She asked. I sighed and rolled my eye. She took this chance to flip us over so that I was bottom. "What. Is. It." She asked harder. I pushed her off and sit up, rolling up my sleeve. 

"She inspects my scar very carefully. "Is this a brand?" She asks, grazing her fingers over it. I turn my gaze to the ground and nod. 

"From where?" She asks, still staring at it. Tear brimmed my eyes just thinking about it. 

"Remember that time I 'took a vacation' for 5 months?" I ask, voice breaking already. Nat pulls me up and nods. I sit Indian style. "Well, it was the total opposite of a vacation. I had gotten captured and tortured. Fury didn't want to worry you or any other SHEILD members. Only Coulson and his crew. They were sent to rescue me. But it took them 5 months. Well, at the beginning of the 5 months. They branded me with this. They saw my powers and thought I was a child of the Devil. Everyday I see it as a reminder of how I failed and got captured." I explain, tears streaming down my face. Nat pulls me into a hug. 

"No, you're not a failure. You're a fighter. You're alive aren't you? Even after months of torture. I don't see that as failure." 

Wanda 

Cindy's POV

I never wanted her to know. I never wanted her pity. But I guess she was bound to find out one day, right? It was impossible to cover up with make-up. It might sound weird, but this scar is my last shred of self-esteem. The one goddamn I wear shorts around the house. "What's that?" Wanda asked, leaning over the table to get a better eye. I huff and roll my eyes. 

"Doesn't matter." I snap. Why couldn't she go on the mission like everyone else? Wanda was taken back by my reply. I always got defensive about my scar. I glanced over at her while I make my cereal. I saw her finger emit red smoke. "Don't even try to read my mind." I growl, pointing with my spoon. She stops. 

"Then tell me what it is!"

"It's a scar! What's it to ya!?" I yell, immediately bowing my head down. No one knew about it. It's taboo to speak of. 

"From what?" Wanda asks, voice calmer. I gulped. 

"My father." I whispered loudly. I knew Wanda would hear it in the quiet room. I heard a small gasp. Now, I'm obligated to an explanation. "As soon as he found out I was going to work with SHEILD,  he was pissed. Apparently he was working for Hydra. Without hesitation, he shot me in my leg. To, 'prepare me'. As he put it." I explained, trying to suppress my tears. 

"Cindy...I-"

"I don't want your pity. I gave you the knowledge you wanted. Now leave me alone." I interrupted. I grabbed my bowl of cereal and sped walk out of there. 

Peter Quill 

Peter's POV

Rescuing her from her abusive owner was the best thing that I have ever done. Zuma is the new light of my life. I've gotten over Gamora. Now, Zuma has many scars. But the one that stand out the most, is the one that is like a patch of yellow skin with red dots on her upper back. Other people may find it disgusting, but I don't care.  It's part of her life. It's been eating at me to ask about it. The only things that holding me back is...she hates it. She never shows her back, even to me. 

"Hey, Zuma?" I called quietly one night while we were in bed. 

"Yeah?" She answered, extremely tired. 

"Uh, that scar on your upper back...How did you get that one?" I ask, gulping that she might hit me. She sighed and rolled onto her back. 

"My owner he-...He scorched me with a metal ball." After that sentence, I instantly regretted saying anything. I could hear the shaky fear in her voice. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close once again. 

"I'm sorry for saying something. And, I'm sorry for what he did to you." 

"That memory makes the worst nightmares. He made his sons hold me hold, one of them stuffing my face into his crotch in order to muffle my screams. All while blasting heavy metal for extra measures. He left it in me for 20 seconds." She added, I barely understood her from her cries. I shushed her. 

"Shh. Hey, it's okay. You're safe. I promise. It's just you and me. I'll never hurt you. I promise." I coo. I rubbed her back, grazing the scar as she softly cried into my chest, wetting my shirt. 

Scott

Ellie's POV

I always catch Scott and Cassie staring at it. Cassie's I can handle, a young, little girl curious of what its is. But Scott on the other hand, a grown-up man, not that shit's irritating. I've just been waiting for Scott to ask the million dollar question. He keeps obviously staring at it, and he wonders why I always have my hair right there to cover it. My last straw was in the lab while I was getting my blood tested by Banner. He was there, getting the same test. 

"Just ask already." I snap with no context. Scott was taken back. 

"Ask what?" He played dumb. I roll my eyes. 

"Ask how I got the scar." I clarified. Scott hesitated for a second. 

"Uh, ok, how did you get the scar?" 

"Falling. Happy now?" I answer. Scott looked confused. 

"Wait...Falling?" He repeated. I nod. 

"I was meant to die. I fell out of a tree while on a mission. I was shot out. On my way down, a branch sliced my neck. I was bleeding out, only having minutes to live. Tony literally brought my corpse into the med wing to be called. But, Stephan was stupid enough to attempt to bring a dead person to life." I explained, my face growing darker. 

"Did he?" Scott pushed on, leaning in his chair, staring at me wide eyed. I snap snap my neck to look at him. 

"God you idiot." I mumbled, "Yes. He did. I'm here now, aren't I?" I sass. Scott takes a moment to process this. 

"He brought you back to life? How?" 

"I don't know. He said he felt the smallest pulse and decided to work on that. He tried everything from basic first aid to micro-surgery."